Luyện nghe bài hát God Mode

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
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Oi, you a chat lad who chat, lad, yap yap for a lap dance
You a snitch though ya backpack, that is what I call a ratbag
Yeah, boy, was a rap fan, but the here they be trash as
Saw THC up in a graf mag, that's a motherfucking
Honestly, kick ya sons nuts, you won't ever be granddad
Then I'll break ya spine, yo, that's the definition of Snapback
Working, I'm never not busy, attitude, yo, I get off 50
You wanna get it on with me, you could be Kobe's last game and never drop sixty
You dropping this
Like a eunuch, homie, no topping
Whether battling or a song I did they keep it like they wanna bit
Yo, need to know that I'm adamant, it ain't arrogance, yo, it's confidence
I'm a nice bloke, it obvious? But in god mode, I'm on top a this
But at my shows I sell tix and ain't talking where Boston is
(Goddamn) You dunno what the roster is, and I ain't talking 'bout a gab, but I got a
And getting off the piss and off the piff and off the made me wanna jump off a cliff
Say no when I'm pip, better than ever whenever off the shit
I don't for your problem, I dodge 'em, you can get ya mug shot tryna rob the kid
Won't back down, the type to go chat now
If turning their lights off all I say is I blacked out
They know who raised me or the circles that I rapped 'round
Those same who raised me you should see the circles I wrapped round
These past years been a big blur, in form, but I'm back now
My arm says keep evolving and I'm upping the the way I rap, now
See the game gonna back out, when I stood up, homie, yo, they sat down
Every single thing I wanna happen, yo, it's gonna happen 'cause it's mapped out
Couldn't write a crown on so I got it sitting in my lap now
If you wanna do it we can get into it, but I you're gonna tap out
In a they say 3 won, that's the way that all the votes go
All I'm though, "3.6., is it cool to get a photo?"
Of course it is, you don't to ask, but listen up because I'm so close
Said three-one-three-six, that's my old if you don't know
from hanging out at Eastland (Hanging out at Eastland)
To a massive on the beach end (To a massive house on the beach end)
I bragging 'bout my achievements, I'm saying anybody can achieve 'em
If you got a passion you in, if you wanna have it you can reach it
dream big (Get to it) Yo, it's obvious I been to hell and back
I'ma the world where Melbourne at, this is my city, I'ma tell 'em that
(Where the album at?) Don't 'em that, they're like "Why's this not a album track?"
All the best shit I held it back, but doesn't matter, I got hella raps
No swagger jacking, they just yell on tracks, everybody here can tell I'm
I'm on top you dropped off, now you in the middle like where Malcolm at
I can see I'm making fellas sad, like a I can tell you that
I can tell you're mad 'cause I'm with a girl that is bad and you jealous as
She make more money than me, she make more money me, yeah, she a boss bitch
Even on holiday she was a money machine, there no off switch
You a germ, man that gassing up, but no Auschwitz
Get 'em jumping 'round goth chicks in mosh at them rock gigs
mind, yo, I got this, 60 never been robbed, bitch
'Cause growing up in that Ringwood, boy, learned to hide my money my sock is
get it, yo, you're not this, from the country of the convicts
I was gritty, hitting skiddies, but this mini little city's where my squad is (Squad)
Dropped hits and then got rich, hitting 'em up with that shit (Boom)
Understand when that bomb hits you'll be breathing it in that bong rip
If it's not 6 in your top pick that topic getting top split
Yeah, your opinion, but it's wrong, bitch, this is god shit